The Third Twin
A gesture apparent enough in the fragmented darkness of the hotel room to have imprinted itself on me.
Aryan propagation was an ideal to Hitler and his madmen. The elephant man wasn’t about ideals. His vision involved a future steeped in chaos. Randomness. Entropy. All of these, as it happened, were natural cousins of inevitability, which the woman had hinted at when she said, “It is beyond our control.” This was actually an idea that had been turning over in the back of my head for some time now. Inevitability could be broken down, as I saw it, into three categories: orchestration, which I’ve already touched on; natural order, which needs no commentary; and predestiny, the strictly metaphys
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